01/26/2026
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Original Verse, Art, and Script by Liz; written 26 years ago after a difficult, spiritual struggle.
WINTERTIME
It’s wintertime in my life right now and everything is still.
The autumn of harshly blowing winds has done its damage well.
But now that’s passed and what’s left instead is the icy, winter chill.
For when God caused those autumn winds to gale beyond control,
and the raging storm which whipped about left nothing standing whole;
that summer fire of glowing strength is now a dying coal.
Yet with winter’s cloak of deep, white snow, a peace has covered me,
as the icy crystals cover earth in frozen purity.
There I shall wait in the ground beneath; a sleeping, dormant seed.
When once again God looks my way and snows begin to thaw,
the ground will stir and coax me forth and lure me to recall
what I once knew in times of growth before the dreadful fall.
And slowly I’ll remove my trappings, emerging from the earth.
The germinating seed entombed will once again spring forth.
That which I thought gave way to death will now give way to birth.
Original Verse, Art, and Script by Liz: (Written 26 years ago after a difficult, spiritual struggle.) It's wintertime in my life right now and everything is still. The autumn of harshly blowing winds has done its damage well. But now that's passed and what's left instead is the icy, winter chill. Fo...
